Fourteen Boiled Eggs
“How does it feel?” Han Munho asked, his voice perfectly level. “Not as bad as you imagined, is it?”
Eun Nanhee said nothing.
His tone was so eerily calm that it unsettled her more than anything else. He spoke as though this were the most ordinary thing in the world, and the sheer normalcy of it made the vivid sensations inside her feel strangely distant, almost unreal.
Was it really… no big deal?
Her belly still felt uncomfortably full. She could clearly sense the foreign objects lodged inside her. Yet hearing his detached, matter-of-fact explanation somehow made her wonder if she had been overreacting.
She remained silent, breathing shallowly. Beside her, Han Munho quietly retrieved the next boiled egg from the basket.
“I’ll continue now, Miss Nanhee.”
“Y-yes…? But you said you would only do one…”
“Seeing how well you’re tolerating it, I believe we can proceed safely. We’ll insert as many as your body can reasonably accommodate.”
His hands moved with the same serene confidence as his words. The second egg pressed against her loosened entrance, and Eun Nanhee felt the slow, inexorable pressure as it began to slide inside.
Thump. Slither.
“Huuu…!!”
She clamped her lips shut, swallowing the sound. A stifled moan slipped out anyway as the chocolate rings and the first egg were pushed deeper, rearranging themselves to make room.
Thump.
“Ugh—huh?!”
Before she could steady her breathing, the third egg was already at her entrance.
Shove.
“Kuuugh…”
This time the stretch carried a sharper edge, something close to pain. Her rectum was reaching its limit, and her body instinctively tried to clench, but the sphincter—already relaxed beyond recovery—could no longer close on command.
Thump.
“Are you… are you really going to put them all inside…?”
“Only as many as possible without forcing it,” he answered smoothly.
Sluuuuurp!
“Huu, haaaa…”
The pressure crept past her rectum and into her lower abdomen. It felt as though something was steadily rising within her. She buried her forehead into the pillow and panted.
Slide… squeeze…
“Ha, huu…”
Then came the fifth.
Part of her screamed that she should stop now if she still could. But they had already begun. According to Han Munho, she was supposed to continue until her body truly refused.
While she wavered beneath the constant pressure, his calm voice reached her again.
“You’re doing very well. Much better than I expected, in fact.”
“Haa… yes… heeet…”
It was a clinical compliment, yet for some reason it steadied her. Even though it hurt, even though the mere thought of another egg seemed impossible, his composed tone somehow made her feel safer.
Thump. Twitch.
“Kugh, haaaa…!”
Of course, the relief was only in her mind.
Six boiled eggs now filled her rectum. She felt every one of them with painful clarity. The repeated insertions had left her inner walls swollen and hypersensitive, and each new egg sent fresh waves of stimulation through her.
The seventh.
Her sphincter tightened again on pure instinct.
Shove. Squeeze.
“Haa… hu, ut…”
Han Munho simply spread her cheeks a little wider and eased the egg past her resistance, as though her body’s protests were of no consequence.
The eighth.
Thump. Shove…
“Haa, kughuuup…!!”
The actual insertion took barely two seconds. To Eun Nanhee it felt like an eternity.
“T-teacher… you’re not really going to keep—”
“It’s still within safe parameters. We will insert the maximum your body can accept, then stop.”
Even as he spoke, he was already positioning the ninth egg against her.
“……Yes.”
She no longer knew what she was agreeing to. She simply braced herself.
Squeeze.
“Ha, hughuup…!”
Sluuuuurp.
“Haa, hu—hup…!! Kughup…!!”
The moment the ninth egg entered, her abdomen tightened with a deep, aching fullness. Her hips twitched despite her efforts to stay still.
Yet somehow it kept going in. The prolonged relaxation and gradual stretching had expanded her capacity far beyond that of an ordinary person. It was undeniable proof of Han Munho’s skill as a masseur.
Then came the tenth.
Slip…
“……!!!”
She could no longer speak. She bit down hard on her lip, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clawing at the pillow.
The sensations grew heavier. Her thoughts grew hazier.
Han Munho’s hand never paused. He continued feeding egg after egg into her anus with meticulous care.
No… I can’t…
It truly felt impossible now. Her rectum was packed full; there was simply no room left. Yet he seemed to know exactly how to make space, pushing the earlier eggs deeper with slow, deliberate pressure so none would crack.
Sluuuuurp!
“……Aah, hak…!!”
The tenth egg slid home amid a pressure so intense the word “expansion” felt inadequate.
“Haa, ah… ahuuut…”
Even breathing had become laborious. Still his hand moved back to the basket, as though the fact that ten eggs already rested inside her was of no particular importance.
Thump.
“Kughuuu…”
She twisted her hips again in reflexive protest as the next egg touched her entrance.
“Relax for me, Miss Nanhee.”
“……Yes.”
His voice was quiet and polite, yet it carried an edge that made her obey. The eleventh egg slipped into the narrow gaps between the others already packed inside her stretched rectum.
Shove. Squuuueeeze!
“Uut, haaaaaak…!!”
Something that should never fit kept forcing its way in. Each insertion brought a tearing sensation from deep inside, but Han Munho did not stop.
Squuuueeeze.
“Hup, kughuup… T-teacher…”
“This is fine. Excuse me for a moment.”
Shove!
“Uut, hu—hyaak?!”
He briefly withdrew the egg only to plunge his fingers deep inside instead, rearranging the contents to create more space before resuming.
Squeeze. Sluuuuurp!
“Hugh, ughuuuuuup…!!”
The twelfth egg pushed in even when it seemed nothing more could fit. Without pause, the thirteenth followed.
Thump. Squuuueeeze…
The instant the egg touched her hole, Eun Nanhee’s hands fisted the sheet. Her anus clenched rigidly, an instinctive refusal rather than acceptance. A heavy, dull ache rolled through her from the deepest part of her belly.
Sluuuuurp…!
Yet the egg still broke through, crushing her entire abdomen with its weight.
“Haa, hup… R-really, that’s…”
“You’re doing excellently, Miss Nanhee. Even now, it appears you can accept one or two more. We’ll continue.”
“Ku, huuuut…”
He paid no attention to her unspoken refusal. He simply brought the next egg to her entrance again. At least he had said “one or two more.” She clung to that small mercy, though her body already felt past its limit.
Even as conflicting thoughts warred inside her, his hand moved without hesitation. The smooth curve of the fourteenth egg pressed against her anus.
Thump.
“……!”
Just the contact made her hole twitch and tighten. The boiled egg forced its way past that feeble resistance, driving everything already inside her even deeper.
“Haa, hu… huuuut…”
Thump.
“Uup, haaaa…!”
The fifteenth egg now rested at her entrance. The mere touch deepened her breathing at once.
Any movement now felt like it would cause something to burst or leak. Her entire lower belly was under heavy, blunt pressure, and still another object was trying to wedge itself inside.
In the bizarre sensation of her insides being completely rearranged, the fifteenth egg slowly pried her open and squeezed its way into her body.